Page 8 of If the Shoe Fits (Rainbow Tales #2)

Who was this man? Leo wondered as he watched Xander finish eating.

Xander seemed to be a servant. He was certainly treated as one. But he ate like an aristocrat, using every piece of silverware properly and wiping his mouth between bites. Even Helpin didn't have table manners as good as Xander's. And this was a picnic.

Then there was his face. Leo had often rolled his eyes when people spoke about noble faces and how commoners just had a look about them that made their bloodline obvious.

But looking at Xander, Leo began to question his scorn.

Oh, he still didn't believe all that garbage about common features, but there was something noble in Xander's face.

Something very uncommon. And families passed down physical traits.

That was where the whole nobility features made sense.

If you were from a noble family, your facial features would be similar to those of your ancestors.

Even if everyone in that family happened to resemble pigs, they were still noble pigs.

Xander did not resemble a pig. In fact, there was something very familiar about his face.

Xander shocked Leo even more by asking, “Do you know anything about legal matters?” He folded his napkin and put it in Leo's basket.

“Legal matters?” Leo asked. “Such as?”

“Inheritance. ”

“Oh. I . . .” Despite being the heir to the throne, Leo knew next to nothing about inheritance laws. He didn't need to. And if Leo didn't need or want to learn something, he generally didn't. But he greatly wished he had learned it now, if only to please Xander. “I do not.”

“Oh.”

“But I could ask someone. What do you want to know?”

“No, it's all right.”

“Please.” He took Xander's hand. “Tell me.”

Xander licked his lips. “I was just . . . no, it's all right. Come here.”

With Xander's lips on his, Leo quickly forgot about Xander's odd question.

He was soon moaning and writhing again, the two of them falling back to the blanket together.

Strong, calloused hands drew Leo's clothes away, then slid over his skin, sending shivers up his spine.

He arched into Xander, instantly aroused.

Leo became the savage he accused Xander of being, his need for things to proceed faster so great that he growled.

He wanted it now. Hard. Deep. Primal. He hadn't felt such driving lust during the meal, but now that Xander's stomach had been satisfied, Leo's body reminded him of what they'd put off. And he wanted it now.

“Xander.” Leo pulled at his lover until Xander rose above him. “The oil. It's right there.”

Xander grabbed the bottle of oil Leo had brought with the food and prepared himself while Leo watched, his cock aching for the same attention. As if he could sense Leo's need, Xander reached for Leo's shaft next, stroking some oil on him too .

“Lift your legs for me,” Xander said.

Shivering again, Leo pulled back his legs. “Hurry. I need you.”

Instead of rushing, Xander paused and met Leo's stare. “Do you?”

“Now!”

Xander grinned and leaned forward, setting one hand in the hole Leo made with his arm and leg.

Holding Leo's stare, Xander eased in against Leo.

He pushed, slid past the outer ring, and then they groaned together.

Xander pumped deeper and deeper, taking his time to ease into the tight passage gently.

With Xander inside him, Leo could suppress the beast of his lust. He lowered his legs to wrap them around Xander's waist and then grabbed his shoulders.

He'd never seen a more beautiful sight than that of Xander thrusting into him, his hard belly rippling and his expression full of desire. Then Xander shocked him yet again.

Xander bent forward, still thrusting, and nuzzled Leo's neck. “I need you too.”

Leo nearly came with those words, but the feeling was more than physical. It ran up his spine to tickle his eyes. Blinking rapidly, he turned his head toward Xander and sought his lips.

Xander slowed his pace as they kissed, their union becoming something holy. It was a direct contradiction to the way Xander had fucked Leo the day before, and it made Leo wonder if every time would be different. He hoped so. But in how many ways could a man fuck him? Sex was sex. Wasn't it?

With every thrust, Xander challenged Leo's beliefs about sex and what he could feel during it.

The brush of those soft lips, the flutter of long lashes, and the cat-like nuzzling against Leo's face combined with the deep, deliberate pumps of Xander's cock to summon feelings in Leo that surpassed physical pleasure.

Leo rode the waves higher and higher, for once not eager to reach the peak.

He wanted to linger in the shallows with Xander. Splash about a bit.

But Xander couldn't be denied.

“Xander,” Leo panted, his hands turning into claws to dig into Xander's broad shoulders.

He arched up, accepting even more of that magnificent cock as he spilled hot seed all over his belly.

And then, while Leo shuddered through rapture, Xander cried out and pulled out to come across Leo's stomach with him.

The sight and sensation of Xander coming onto him, blending their cum into a milky river, revived Leo's orgasm, wringing another spurt from the jaded prince—something he had never experienced before.

When they were both satisfied and Xander lay down beside Leo, Leo found it natural to turn into Xander's embrace and place his cheek over Xander's heart. He closed his eyes, but then opened them when he felt something against his stomach. It was Xander, cleaning him off.

Leo looked down at the gentle way Xander wiped the linen napkin over him. Then he stared up at his mysterious lover and wondered if he had felt something similar. Xander tossed the napkin aside and met Leo's stare. Leo expected him to say that he had to go.

Instead, Xander asked, “May I hold you a little longer?”

Leo nodded because he couldn't speak. The words were lodged deep, somewhere beside his rapidly beating heart. Then he laid his cheek back on Xander's chest and smiled as those thick, muscular arms closed around him.